Chapter 67

"You’re a damned hound!" he cried hoarsely, "And the man who sent you is a damned hound, and here is your damned paper, and may it choke you both! My wife isn’t for sale, do you hear that! My wife isn’t for sale, whether it’s for fifty thousand or fifty million! Is that plain? Do you concede the principle, or shall I boot it into you? I thought I’d lead you on; I thought I’d just see how far you’d go--you with your sable overcoat, and fat pocket-book, and your stinking respectability. I had you sized up all righ…